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Adhocratic
Adhocratic, the old system's worthless
Everything that I spit has got a purpose
Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase
Now I'mma son all the gods that you worship
Like…
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Beware of the relentless, it's senseless
Your whole steez: defenseless, you don't even get this
And I ain't here to learn ya, earn ya merits elsewhere
Don't strain your brain in vain, the game's about as fair as healthcare
Prosumer tools leveled ancient playing field
But commerce kept it's court as king, now minors makin' major deals
Now ya know how a pager feels
You're outdated, outmoded, demoted, I wrote it to show the claim is real
Prototypical pivotal cognetariat
With enough facts to grasp my caste 'n be aware of it
'N that ain't arrogance, it's proof of evolution
Guess the truth got convoluted, questioned, spoofed and executed
Adhocratic, the old model's worthless
Everything that I spit has got a purpose
Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase
Now I'mma son all the gods that you worship
Like…
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Practitioners of post-hip-hop
No shit, pops! We don't get got, flows spit hot
'N shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dot
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The whole Go's gridlocked, you don't know squidat!
You still stuck in the second wave, you retrograde
Got your sights set on yesterday, forever late
Soul searchin' for dead gods to venerate
Runnin' circles while I put em 'round the letter A
'N this is Aura dunny, not just a portion of me
This isn't for the money, it keeps my organs pumping
So you can take your half, man, you sure is funny
You make me laugh, but you'll never make a fortune from me
You lost your case in abstractions, distractions
Fractured the fanbase into feudal camps 'n factions
Fashion vs. pirate; a tyrant tryin' to domineer
'N fear's got many facets, but it's clear that change is nonlinear
The problem is you can't adapt, you'll never get the planet back
Order bows to Eris, embarrassed that she had to ask
“N bureaucrats begin to beg to break em out they're birdcage
But they can sing their swan song long into the third wave
Adhocratic, the old style is worthless
Everything that I spit has got a purpose
Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase
Now I'mma son all the gods that you worship
Like…
(Adhocratic, your whole steez is static)
Practitioners of post-hip-hop
No shit, pops! We don't get got, flows spit hot
'N shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dot
Lab-to-the-O-di-dot!
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